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The Little Classic Series 


The most popular works of standard authors and poets 
arranged for use in schools, with introductions, explanatory 
notes, biographical sketches, portraits, and illustrations. 
Also elementary stories of nature, myth, history, industry, 
geography, biography, and literature. The grading sug¬ 
gested has been extensively followed by teachers with very 
satisfactory results, but may be varied to suit special 
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in the LITTLE CLASSIC SERIES contains thirty-two pages. 


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First and Second Grades 

No. 

2719 Aesop’s Fables. 

2713 Old Time Stories. 

2725 Favorite Mother Goose Rhymes. 

2707 First Steps in Reading. 

2701 Jack and the Beanstalk. 

2726 Favorite Mother Goose Jingles. 

2720 Little Red Riding Hood. 

2727 Story of Little Black Sambo. 

2708 Bunny Cottontail Stories. 

2728 Ten Little Indian Stories. 

2721 Hiawatha and Henry W. Longfel¬ 

low. 

2730 Twelve Little Indian Stories. 

2716 Bunny Boy. 

2731 The Jenny Wren Book. 

2704 Bob the Cat. 

2723 Whitter and His Snow-Bound. 

2732 The Bluebird Book. 

2717 Thanksgiving Stories. 

2733 Four Favorite Stories. 

2705 The Story of Two Little Rabbits. 

2724 The Three Misses Cottontail and 

King Rabbit. 

2734 My Shadow, and Other Poems. 

2718 Modern Fables. 

2735 My Treasures, and Other Poems. 

2706 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

First and Second Grades. 

2819 Squirrel and Other Animal Stories. 


Second and Third Grades 

No. 

2736 Three Popular Stories. 

2714 The Story of Joseph. 

2807 Beauty and the Beast and Other 
Favorite Fairy Tales. 

2702 Susan Cottontail Stories. 

2802 Cinderella and Other Favorite 

Fairy Tales. 

2715 Robinson Crusoe. 

2738 Stories from Grimm. 

2729 Sixteen Little Indian Stories. 

2809 The Coming of the Christ-Child. 

2709 Our Three Little Sisters and Hia¬ 

watha. 

2803 Christmas Stories. 

2722 Pussy Willow and other Tree 
Stories. 

2740 The Story of Peter Rabbit. 

2710 Stories About Animals. 

2810 The Little Story Reader. 

2711 Mr. and Mrs. Stout of Beaver D*fn 

and How JackrabbitLost HisTa.II. 

2823 Stories About Birds. 

2712 The Tale of Bunny Cottontail— 

Abridged. 

2825 Who Stole the Bird’s Nest, and 

Other Poems. 

2824 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Third Grade. 

2826 The Robin Redbreast Book. 

2812 The Toyland of Santa Claus. 

2827 The Chickadee Book. 

2828 Brownie’s Ride and Brownie and 

the Cook. 

2829 Escape at Bedtime, and Other 

Poems. 

2830 My Ship and I, and Other Poems. 


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DRAKESTAIL 

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CHOOSING A KING 




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DRAKESTAIL 


O NCE upon a time Drakestail lived in 
a country village near the sea. 
Drakestail was very little. That is why he 
was called Drakestail. Tiny as he was, he 
had brains, and he knew what he was about. 
Having begun with nothing he became very 
rich. He had a million dollars. 

Now, the King of the country was very 
extravagant. He never kept any money. 
When he heard Drakestail had a million dol¬ 
lars he went in his own person to borrow his 
hoard. And my word, in those days Drakes¬ 
tail was not a little proud of having lent 
money to the King. 

But after the first and second year went by 
Drakestail received no interest. In fact, the 
King never even dreamed of paying any 
interest. At last Drakestail became uneasy, 

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‘Quock, quack, quack, I want my money back’ J 


so much so that he resolved to go and see 
the King himself and get repaid. 

So one fine morning Drakestail, very 
spruce and fresh, took the road, singing: 

“Quack, quack, quack, 

I want my money back!” 

He had not gone far when he met friend 
Fox, on his rounds that way. 

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“Make yourself quite small ” 


“Good-morning, neighbor,” said the friend; 
“where are you off to so early?” 

“I am going to the King for what he owes 
me.” 

“Oh! take me with thee!” 

Drakestail said to himself: “One can’t have 
too many friends.” Aloud he said, “I will, 
but going on all fours you will soon be tired. 
Make yourself quite spall, get into my throat 
—go into my gizzard and I will carry you.” 

“Happy thought!” said friend Fox. 

He took bag and baggage, and, presto! was 
gone like a letter into the mail-box. 

And Drakestail was off again, all spruce 
and fresh still singing: 

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“Quack, quack, quack, 

I want my money back.” 

He had not gone far when he met his lady 
friend Ladder, leaning on her wall. 

“Good-morning, my duckling,” said the 
lady friend, “whither away so bold?” 

“I am going to the King for what he owes 
me.” 

“Oh! take me with thee!” 

Drakestail said to himself: “One can’t have 
too many friends.” Aloud he said: “I will, 
but then with your wooden legs you will soon 
be tired. Make yourself quite small, get into 
my throat—go into my gizzard and I will 
carry you.” 

“Happy thought!” said friend Ladder, and 
nimble, bag and baggage, went to keep com¬ 
pany with friend Fox. 

And “Quack, quack, quack.” Drakestail 
was off again, singing and spruce as before. 
A little further he met his sweetheart, my 
friend River, wandering quietly in the sun¬ 
shine. 


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“Thou, my cherub,” said she, “whither so 
lonesome, with arching tail, on this muddy 
road?” 

“I am going to the King, you know, for 
what he owes me.” 

“Oh! take me with thee!” 

Drakestail said to himself: “We can’t have 
too many friends.” Aloud said he: “I will, 
but you who sleep while you walk will soon 
be tired. Make yourself quite small, get into 
my throat—go into my gizzard and I will 
carry you.” 

“Ah! happy thought!” said my friend 
River. 

She took bag and baggage, and glou, glou, 
glou she took her place with friend Fox and 
friend Ladder. 

And “Quack, quack, quack.” Drakestail 
was off again singing. 

A little further on he met comrade Wasp’s- 
nest, maneuvering his wasps. 

“Well, good-morning, friend Drakestail,” 
said comrade Wasp’s-nest, “where are we 

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bound for so spruce and fresh?” 

“I am going to the King for what he owes 
me.” 

“Oh! take me with thee!” 

Drakestail said to himself, “One can't have 
too many friends.” Aloud said he: “I will, 
but then with your battalion to drag along, 
you will soon be tired. Make yourself quite 
small, go into my throat—get into my gizzard 
and I will carry you.” 

“By .Jove! that’s a good idea!” said com¬ 
rade Wasp’s-nest. 

And he took the same road to join the 
others with all his party. There was not 
much more room, but by crowding close they 
managed. And Drakestail was off again sing¬ 
ing. 

He arrived thus at the capital, and made 
his way straight to the King’s palace, singing: 

“Quack, quack, quack, 

I want my money back,” 
to the astonishment of all the people. 

He knocked upon the door of the King’s 


palace with the great knocker: “Toe! toe!” 

“Who is there?” asked the porter, putting 
his head out of the door. 

“ ’Tis I, Drakestail. I wish to speak to 
the King.” 

“Speak to the King! That’s easily said. 
The King is dining, and will not be dis¬ 
turbed.” 

“Tell the King that it is I, 

And I have come he well knows why.” 

The porter shut the door and went to tell 
the King, who was just sitting down to din¬ 
ner. He had a great napkin round his neck. 

■“Good, good!” said the King, laughing. 
“I know who it is. Make him come in, and 
put him with the turkeys and chickens.” 

The porter came again to the door. 

“Have the goodness to enter.” 

“Good!” said Drakestail to himself.” I 
shall now see how they eat at court.” 

“This way, this way,” said the porter. 
“One step further. There, there you are.” 

“How? what? in the poultry-yard?” 

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Imagine how vexed Drakestail was! 

“Ah, so that’s it,” said he. “Wait! I will 
compel you to receive me. 

“Quack, quack, quack, 

I want my money back.” 

But turkeys and chickens do not like peo¬ 
ple who are not just as they are. When they 
saw the new-comer and saw that he was dif¬ 
ferent, they all rushed at him together to 
overwhelm him with pecks. 

“I am lost!” said Drakestail to himself. 
And then he remembered his friend Fox, and 
cried: 

“Reynard, Reynard, come out of your earth, 
Or Drakestail’s life is of little worth.” 

Then friend Fox, who was only waiting 
for these words, hastened out. He threw him¬ 
self upon the wicked fowls. At the end of 
five minutes there was not one left alive. 

And Drakestail, quite content, began to 
sing again: 

“Quack, quack, quack, 

I want my money back.” 

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The King, who was still eating dinner, 
heard the song of Drakestail. And when the 
porter came and told him what had happened, 
he was very angry. 

He ordered the porter to throw this tail of 
a drake into the well. 

And it was done as he commanded. Drakes¬ 
tail did not see how he could ever get out of 
such a deep hole, when he remembered his 
friend Ladder. 

“Ladder, ladder, come out of thy hold, 

Or Drakestail’s days will soon be told,” 

Friend Ladder, who was only waiting for 
these Words, hastened out. She leaned her 
two arms on the edge of the well, and Drakes¬ 
tail climbed nimbly on her back. Hop! he 
was in the yard again and began to sing 
louder than ever. 

When the King, who was still eating din¬ 
ner and laughing at his funny trick, heard the 
song again, his face became red with rage. 

He commanded that the furnace be heated, 

and Drakestail thrown into it. 

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The furnace was soon hot, but this time 
Drakestail was not afraid; he knew his dear 
friend River would help him out. 

“River, River, outward flow, 

Or to death Drakestail must go.” 

My friend River hastened out, and errouf! 
she threw herself into the furnace. She 
flooded the furnace and all the people who 
had lighted it. Then she flowed, growling, 
into the hall of the palace to the height of 
four feet. 

But Drakestail, of course, could swim, and 
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began swimming about singing again at the 
top of his voice: 

“Quack, quack, quack, 

I want my money back.” 

The King was still eating his dinner. He 
liked plenty of nice things to eat, and took 
many hours for his dinners. But when he 
heard Drakestail’s song again he jumped 
from the table, very furious. 

“Bring him here, and I’ll cut his throat! 
Bring him here quick!” cried he. 

And quickly two footmen ran to bring 
Drakestail. 

“At last,” said poor Drakestail, “they have 
decided to receive me.” 

Imagine his terror when he saw the King 
and his angry face, with all his ministers, 
each with a sword in his hand. Unless 
j Drakestail’s one remaining friend could help 
him, he knew he had not much longer to 
live. 

“Wasp’s-nest, Wasp’s-nest, make a sally, 
Or Drakestail nevermore may rally.” 

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“They all jumped pell-mell from the window” 


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And then everything changed!” 

“Bs, bs, bayonet them!” The brave Wasp’s- 
nest rushed out with all his wasps. They 
threw 7 themselves on the angry King and his 
ministers and stung them so fiercely, that 
they did not know where to go or what to 
do. They all jumped pell-mell from the win¬ 
dow and broke their necks. 

And there stood Drakestail in the King’s 
dining room, all alone. 

Pretty soon he remembered what he had 
come for and began to hunt for his dear 
million dollars. He looked everywhere, but 
could find nothing. All the money had been 
spent. 

In searching from room to room he finally 
came to the throne room. He felt very tired 
so he sat down upon the throne to think over 
his adventure. 

It was not long until the people found their 
King and his ministers with broken necks, 
on the ground below the window of the 
castle. They hastened inside to find out the 

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“He became king” 


trouble. There in the throne room they 
found Drakestail sitting in the seat of the 
King. And they all cried out in surprise 
and joy: 

“The King is dead, long live the King! 

Heaven has sent us down this thing.” 

Drakestail had had so many surprises, that 
he was not even excited when the people 
called him their King. And they thought 
him very dignified and wonderful. They 
thought a wise Drakestail would make a bet¬ 
ter King than the spendthrift who was dead. 

And so Drakestail became King. A 
jewelled crown was placed on his head and 

everybody waited for his word. 

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“Now,” said he, after the ceremony, “ladies 
and gentlemen, let’s have some supper. I’m 
hungry.” 



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CHOOSING A KING 


I N the Once Upon a Time days, every 
sound in nature had a sense and meaning 
of some sort. When the hammer of the smith 
sounded it was as if it said, “How I strike! 
How I strike!” The sound of the plane on 
the table said, “I scratch. I scratch.” 

The rush of water over the mill wheel had 
a meaning. If the miller was a cheat it 
seemed to say, “Who cheats'?” Who cheats?” 
Then it seemed to reply, “The miller! The 
miller!” When the mill went very fast it 
seemed to say, “Who cheats? Who cheats?” 
Stealing six out of eight.” 

In these good old days, also, the birds had 
a language of their own. Everyone could 
understand them, too. Although their talk¬ 
ing sounded only like twittering, screaming, 

and whistling, yet it was really music with 
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words and understood in the olden times. 

About this time a grand idea arose among 
the birds. They thought-they should be no 
longer without a master. They determined 
to elect one of their number to be King. 

One voice only was raised against this pro¬ 
posal. The plover declared that he had lived 
free, and he would die free. He was much 
troubled about this matter of having a King. 
He flew about here and there among the birds 
crying, “Don’t have a King, don’t have a 
King. Be free! Be free!” But nobody 
noticed him or paid any attention to him. 
He therefore flew back to his lonely home 
in the marshes. Ever since that time he has 
refused to join in the meetings of the other 
birds. 

The birds, meanwhile, decided to have a 
general meeting on the subject of electing a 
King. One fine May morning they assembled 
in great numbers from the woods, fields, and 
meadows. 

Here came the eagle and the hawk, the owl 

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“One fine May morning they assembled 
in great numbers from the woods, 
fields, and meadows’’ 

and the crow, the lark and the sparrow, the 
robin and the goldfinch, the wren and the 

bluebird, and many more that could not be 

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named. Even the cuckoo was present and a 
great number of little birds. 

An old hen, who, as it happened, had heard 
nothing of the whole matter, wondered 
greatly at such a large gathering. “Cluck, 
cluck, cluck,” said she. “What in the world 
are they going to do?” But the cock told his 
dear wife to be quiet and not make such a 
noise. He explained to her what the birds 
were about. 

The assembly debated a long time about 
how a King should be chosen. Finally it was 
decided that the bird who could fly the 
highest should be chosen King. 

The green frog who sat in the bushes, when 
he heard this, croaked dreadfully. He said, 
“There will be a great many tears shed over 
that arrangement.” 

The crow, however, said “Caw! Caw!” for 
he wished it to be all settled in a friendly 
manner. 

They agreed to make the experiment of 

flying the next morning. They decided it 
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should be done in the morning so that none 
should be able to say afterwards, “I could 
have flown higher had it not been evening 
and I was too tired to do any more.” 

Next morning, bright and early, the whole 
flock rose in the air. There was a great cloud 
of dust, and such a rustling noise of flapping 
wings that it sounded like the coming of a 
storm. The small birds very wisely did not 
try with the others, but sat in the bushes and 
watched. The large birds flew for a long 
time, but finally only the eagle remained in 
the sky. He had flown so high the other birds 
could not see him. 

When the eagle saw that he was alone, he 
thought to himself, “I need not fly any higher. 
I am sure to be chosen King!” 

And the birds beneath him cried out, “You 
must be our King! none can fly as high as 
you do!” 

And just then a small voice said, “Oh, I 
can fly much higher.” The little wren had 

crept unseen among the feathers of the great 
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“Only the owl stayed awake” 


eagle and now that he had been carried so 
high he could fly still higher and higher, until 
the eagle himself could not see him. Finally 
the little wren folded his wings and let him¬ 
self come down to the earth, singing at the 
top of his voice, “I am King! I am King!” 

“Indeed you are not our King,” said all 
the birds. “You have not been fair.” 

So they hurried the little wren into a 
mousehole, and shut the door and. locked it. 
The owl watched to see that he did not get 
away. They hoped the wren would starve. 

When evening came all the birds went 
home to rest, for the day had been a great 

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day. They had all worked very hard and 
were tired. Only the owl stayed awake at 
the door of the mousehole. 

Pretty soon the owl became so tired and 
sleepy she could hardly keep her eyes open. 
And she said to herself, “If I sleep with one 
eye and watch with the other, I may rest and 
the prisoner cannot get away. 

So the owl went to sleep with one eye and 
watched very hard with the other one. 

The little wren inside the mousehole, 
peeped out and saw the eye of the owl that 
was sleeping. He thought he could slip 
away, but the owl saw him with her wide¬ 
awake eye. And the little wren changed his 
mind. 

Soon the owl decided to rest one eye and 
let the other one sleep. By taking turns 
with her eyes she thought she could sleep and 
watch at the same time. 

But, of course, when the other eye was 
closed, the owl forgot to open the sleeping 
eye, and soon she was fast asleep. 


“I am King! I am King!” 

You may be sure, the little wren inside the 
mousehole was not sleeping, and when he 
saw the old owl with two eyes shut he slipped 
out and flew away. 

The next morning when the other birds 
found the owl sleeping, and the mousehole 
empty, they were very angry. They scolded 
the owl and pecked at her feathers. 

And to this day the owl hides herself all 
day long and only flies at night when the 
other birds are asleep. 












The little wren still thinks he is King for 
from his nest he cries out to all that pass, 
“I am King! I am King! I am King!” 


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THE RHINE GOLD 


M Y father was a dwarf, and belonged to 
a race of dwarfs called the Nibelungs. 
He had three sons, Fafner, Otto, and myself. 
Fafner was the eldest; I was the youngest. 
Otto, my second brother, was very fond of 
fishing, and liked nothing better than to 
spend whole days at the sport. 

My father had a magic cap called a tarn- 
helm. Any one who put this cap on could 
make himself invisible, or assume any form 
he desired. Otto would borrow this tarn- 
helm, and assuming the form of an otter, he 
would go to a waterfall near our home to 
fish. He would go right into the water, and 
catching the fish in his mouth, would lay 
them down on the bank, one after another, 
until he had enough. Then he would become 
himself once more and would carry the fish 
home for supper. 


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Near this waterfall there lived another 
dwarf, named Alberich, who also belonged 
to the race of the Nibelungs. He possessed 
a great treasure of gold, which he had cap¬ 
tured from the nymphs of the Rhine. The 
father of the nymphs, the God of the Rhine, 
had entrusted the treasure to their care. 

Alberich gained possession of the Rhine 
gold, but in doing so he lost everything which 
helps to make life beautiful. Like my 
brother, he was very fond of fishing, and 
taking the form of a huge pike, he would 
go with Otto to the waterfall, and fish all 
day. 

One day Wotan, the King of the Gods, was 
wandering through the forest with Loki, the 
God of Fire. They were both very tired and 
hungry, and as they came near the water¬ 
fall, what should they spy but an otter in 
the water, with a large salmon in its mouth. 
Here was a chance not to be missed. 

Seizing a big stone, Loki hurled it with 

all his might at the otter, killing it instantly. 

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Then they carried it to my father’s house, 
and begged for a night’s lodging. 

As soon as my father saw the otter, he told 
them that they had killed his son. Both 
Wotan and Loki were very sorry to hear this, 
and regretted that they could not restore my 
brother to life. To make up to my father 
for what they had done, they agreed to fill 
the otter skin with gold, and also to cover 
the outside of it with the same precious 
metal. Then Wotan sent Loki out in search 
of gold. 

Now Loki knew that the dwarf Alberich 
possessed the Rhine gold; so he hastened to 
the waterfall, and demanded the entire trea¬ 
sure. 

At first Alberich refused to part with the 
gold: but Loki threatened to kill him unless 
he gave it up. So Alberich unwillingly gave 
the treasure to Loki—all except a ring of 
gold, which he kept hidden in his hand. But 
the god’s eyes were sharp, and he saw what 
Alberich had done. 


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Now this ring was a magic ring, and who¬ 
ever owned it might claim all the gold in all 
the rivers and mountains upon earth. Alber- 
ich believed that if he kept it he could some 
day get back his treasure through its magic 
power. 

Loki commanded him to give it up, and 
the dwarf refused to do so. Seeing that 
words were useless, the god snatched it from 
Alberich’s hand, and started off. Alberich 
fell into a terrible fury, and cried: 

“A curse upon the gold! Death to all its 
possessors!” 

But Loki had obtained that which he set 
out to get. The gold was not to be his, and 
he cared nothing for the dwarf and his curses. 
He only laughed at Alberich, and hastened 
with his burden to my father’s house. 

When Wotan saw the gold ring, he was so 
pleased with its beauty that he placed it on 
his finger, intending to keep it for himself. 
Then they filled the otter’s skin with gold, 

and also covered it over, according to their 
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promise. When they had finished, my father 
discovered one spot on its head upon which 
there was no gold. He insisted upon having 
this covered up, and since there was no more 
gold to be had, Wotan unwillingly took the 
ring from his finger, and placed it there. 

Loki was displeased, and cried: 

“Now, you ingrate, you have the most enor¬ 
mous gold treasure in the world, and I hope 
you are satisfied! But remember what I say: 
The gold will prove your ruin, and it will 
also cause your son to fill an early grave.” 

Then the gods took their departure. 

Fafner and I asked our father to give us 
each a share of the gold; but he only laughed 
in a disagreeable way, and declared his dead 
son was far more precious to him than were 
his living sons. He said that every hair on 
Otto’s head was dear to him. Then he ran 
after us with a stone club, and swore that he 
would kill us if we said another word. We 
said no more, and crept away in fear. 

But that night as my father lay asleep, 

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Fafner stole into his room and slew him. 
Then I came forward, and told my brother 
that I had witnessed his evil deed, and de¬ 
manded that he give me half of the gold. 
But he turned upon me in a blind rage, and 
cried: 

“Flee for your life ere I smite you dead!” 

I fled in fear, without another word. Then 
Fafner put on my father’s tarnhelm and 
escaped with his treasure to the heath, where 
he hid it in a cave among the rocks. But, 
fearful lest it be taken from him, he assumed 
the form of a frightful dragon, that he might 
protect it better. 

And there he lies day and night, guarding 
the entrance of the cave, and leaves it only 
when he goes to drink at a neighboring 
spring. No one has dared attack him, for no 
one has the strength to match him. 


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2916 Miss Alcott’s Boys. 

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2923 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Fourth and Fifth Grades. 

2917 Grace Darling and Florence Night¬ 

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Fifth and Sixth Grades 

No. 

2938 The Story of Gold and Silver. 

2911 The Story of Jeanne (Joan)D'Arc. 

3020 The Story of Our Flag. 

2923 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Fourth and Fifth Grades. 

2939 The Story of Oil. 

2905 The Three Golden Apples. 

2940 Longfellow’s Poems. 

2924 The Story of Electricity. 

3002 Rab and His Friends. 

2918 William McKinley. 

3021 The Great Stone Face. 

2912 The Discovery of America. 

2943 The Story of Paper, Pens, Pencils, 

etc. 

3019 The Story of Steam. 

2944 The Story of Printing. 

3013 Father Marquette. 

2945 The Story of Newspapers and 

Books. 

3007 The Miraculous Pitcher. 

3025 The Story of Robinhood. 

3001 The Story of La Salle. 

Sixth and Seventh Grades 

No. 

3026 The Story of Motors. 

3014 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Sixth Grade. 

3016 Rip Van Winkle and Author’s Ac¬ 
count of Himself. 

3008 The King of The Golden River. 

3027 The Story of Glass. 

2941 The Golden Fleece. 

3028 The Meat-Packing Industry. 

2942 Whittier’s Poems. 

3029 Tennyson’s Poems. 

3015 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. 

3030 Lamb’s Tales from Shakespeare— 

Part I. 

3031 Lamb’s Tales from Shakespeare— 

Part II. 


3009 The Pied Piper of Hamlin and 

Other Poems. 

3011 The Song of Hiawatha—Abridged. 

3003 The Snow-Image. 

3032 Primitive Travel and Transporta¬ 

tion. 

3022 The Courtship of Miles Standjsh. 

3033 The Story of Ships and Shipping. 
3024 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Seventh Grade. 

3034 Ocean Routes and Navigation. 

Seventh and Eighth Grades 

No. 

3035 American Railway Systems. 

3018 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. 

3010 Evangeline. 

3036 Horatius at the Bridge, and Other 

Poems. 

3012 The Cotter’s Saturday Night and 

Other Poems. 

3037 Lowell’s Poems. 

3004 Thanatopsis and Other Poems. 

3006 The Deserted Village (Goldsmith) 

and Gray’s Elegy. 

3038 Washington’s Farewell Address 

and Other Papers. 

3122 The Vision of Sir Launfal and 
Other Poems. 

3039 Prisoner of Chillon and Other 

Poems. 

3017 Snow-Bound and the Corn Song. 
3115 The Magna Charta. 

3040 Sir Roger De Coverley Papers. 

3041 Carrying the U. S. Mail. 

3108 Speeches by Lincoln. 

3005 Enoch Arden. 

3101 Sohrab and Rustum. 

3042 Navigating the Air—Electric Rail¬ 

ways. 

3107 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 
Eighth Grade. 


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